Chapter 38 Dredyn
THIRTY-EIGHT
DREDYN
“Iwant all of you.”
My brain shuts off, and everything below the belt roars awake.
She’s trembling and flushed in front of me, strands of her dark hair sticking to her sweat-damp face.
I take my hand and reach between her legs and swipe along her panties.
When I bring my fingers back up, there’s a faint wet shine glistening.
Talon laughs like sin got tenure. Jasper’s eyes go dark and hungry.
A few weeks ago, Mara Black was playing the good girl role to perfection, and now she’s soaked in sin. She’s gone too far to ever crawl back to that innocent life. We dragged her down, dirtied her up, and I can’t even feel guilty about it.
I hook an arm around Mara’s waist and throw her over my shoulder. Her breath punches against my back—a startled yelp that melts into a needy moan. I palm a handful of her thigh, and the little squeak she makes almost undoes me.
I head up the stairs, through my door, and drop her onto my bed. She bounces once on the mattress, hair wild, skirt rucked high. The good-girl mask is gone.
Welcome to our queen’s coronation.
I climb onto the mattress, positioning myself beside her. “What do you want us to do to you, Hellcat?”
“All of you. Don’t go easy. Don’t treat me like glass.”
My mouth crashes down on hers. I kiss her like it’s a claim, taking the gasp she gives and feeding it right back until she’s arching up into me.
“Last chance to run,” I mutter against her lips. My heart’s a war drum in my ears.
She bites my lower lip—a flash of white teeth and courage. “Not in a million years.”
Talon doesn’t wait a second longer. He’s already on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs.
His hand skates down her front. “Daddy’s princess,” he drawls, flipping up the skirt and yanking aside the scrap of silk underneath.
The fabric is dark and soaked through. “Leaking like a little slut for the whole frat row, and now, we get to fuck your needy pussy.” He tuts in mock pity when her hips buck up.
In one sharp motion, he drags her ruined panties down her thighs and tosses them over his shoulder.
Mara’s face flames in humiliation. A tiny, instinctive cry slips from her throat as she tries to close her legs or cover herself, but Jasper is faster.
He catches her wrists in one large hand and pins them hard above her head against the headboard.
She struggles for half a heartbeat before realizing she’s caught.
His knuckles go white around her slender wrists. “You’re not moving unless we let you.”
My zipper’s already down, cock out, heavy and aching in my fist. I give it a rough stroke, then another, watching her squirm under Jasper’s iron grip. The sound that spills out of her nearly snaps the last leash on my sanity.
Jasper hauls her wrists higher, pinning her in place, as I tear open the front of her prim little blouse. Buttons scatter. The clean rip of fabric exposes creamy skin and a lacy bra that does nothing to hide how hard her nipples are.
“God, look how pretty she is when she’s a whore for us,” Talon purrs, sliding his palm down over her belly.
Mara’s chest is heaving under the crumpled lace of her bra.
With her arms pinned, she can’t cover a damn thing.
Jasper bends his head to drag a slow, soft line of kisses along her collarbone, then lower, catching the upper curve of one breast in his mouth.
“Dibs.”
My head snaps toward Talon. He’s already peeling his shirt over his head, eyes locked on Mara.
“The fuck you mean, dibs?”
He smirks. “You’ve both had her. I haven’t. She’s mine first tonight.” Then he wrenches his fly open and positions the head of his cock against her drenched pussy.
Mara freezes at first. Talon is the biggest out of all of us, but I know she took his cock in her mouth. Did she not think she was going to take it in that pretty cunt of hers eventually?
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Too much is the point.” Mara smiles wickedly. “Make it count.”
He pushes in slowly. Maddeningly slow. I swear I can feel it from across the bed—the way her body resists for a second before opening around him.
Mara’s head falls back, eyes wide and brimming as she’s forced to take him.
Her legs fly up, thighs locking around his hips in a visceral plea for more even as her breath hitches at the shock.
It hits her like lightning—the burn, the pressure, the overwhelming fullness of three years’ worth of fantasies made real.
Talon isn’t gentle, but he pauses when seated halfway.
“Eyes on me,” I order, and she drags her gaze to mine, panting. I see tears on her lashes, black streaks of mascara, and beneath that, raw need.
That’s my girl.
I kneel beside them, close enough to feel the heat rolling off her body, every breath syncing with the sound of Talon’s thrusts. Her back arches off the bed, a strangled cry caught between her teeth, and God, I can’t tell if it’s in pain or bliss.
Talon fists a hand in her hair, yanking her head back so she can’t look away, then drags his palm over her cheek. “There she is. Take it, Princess. That’s it.”
I can’t stop myself. My hand slides down between them, fingers finding the swollen nub of her clit, and Mara jerks beneath us, a strangled gasp ripping out of her lungs.
I’m ruthless with it—tight circles, teasing pressure, just enough to make her whole body jolt.
She clenches hard around Talon and he groans, broken and guttural. “Fuck—so fucking tight.”
“Listen to her,” I croon. “Hear how she’s begging without words? You love it, don’t you? Being used.”
Jasper shifts her hips with one big palm under her ass, changing Talon’s angle, and Mara shatters on the spot. A cry tears out of her throat as Talon rides her orgasm, his thrusts turning frantic until he yanks free and spills hot across her stomach. He collapses back on his heels, chest heaving.
I double down on her clit, because I’m not done yet. “Come on. Tell us who owns this little pussy.”
Mara’s stare finds mine, her cheeks wet. “You. All of you. I-I’m yours. Please… let me come. I need it—need you.”
I give a nod to Jasper, and he doesn’t make her wait another second.
Jasper dives between her thighs, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
Mara’s drawn-out moan as his tongue laps over her clit is pure music.
He eats her like a man starved, and she breaks almost instantly.
Her whole body tenses, back arching off the bed as another climax finally slams into her.
I clamp a hand over her mouth just in time to muffle her scream. Her cry vibrates against my palm as pleasure ravages her. Jesus, she’s coming so hard around nothing—just Jasper’s tongue and the two fingers he slides back in to milk it out of her.
My cock strains painfully at the sight. I can’t wait any longer.
The second her convulsions start to ebb, I’m shoving Jasper out of the way with a grunt. Mara’s still shuddering from the aftershocks when I flip her over onto her knees, before pressing the thick head of my cock against her drenched entrance.
In one smooth thrust, I’m inside her to the hilt.
“Fuck!”
“Please… please, Dredyn!”
Hearing my name from her lips in that wrecked, desperate tone ignites me. All bets are off. With a curse, I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in. Mara screams, and this time I don’t cover her mouth. I want to hear it. I want everyone to hear how we ruin her.
“Fuck yes,” Talon growls, watching her breasts bounce with each of my thrusts. “Look at you, Princess, taking his cock so well.” He grips her chin and turns her face toward him. “Feel good, huh? Having him split you open? You’re going to take all three of our cocks tonight.”
“I think she loves it. Filthy little masochist.”
Pressure coils tight in my gut. I’m close—too close. I grit my teeth, determined not to finish yet. I’ll be damned if I end this before I’ve seen her utterly wrecked.
With great effort, I drag myself to a stop, buried balls-deep inside her. Mara mewls in protest at the sudden lack of movement. Her hips twitch, trying to fuck herself on me to chase more friction.
“Nuh-uh,” I pant, pinning her hips down. “Not so fast.” I force myself to pull out, and nearly blow my load at the sight of my cock glistening with her arousal in the low light.
Mara collapses forward onto trembling arms, sweat-slick hair veiling her face as she tries to catch her breath.
Jasper frees his cock from his pants, and he moves to kneel on the mattress in front of her.
He tangles a hand in her hair and guides her face toward his lap.
“Open,” I order, even as Jasper presses the thick tip of his cock to her parted lips.
Obediently, Mara lets Jasper slide into her mouth. He groans low in his throat when her lips seal around his girth, and I begin pounding her from behind, letting my thrusts jolt her body forward, effectively fucking her mouth deeper onto Jasper’s length.
“Memorable enough for you?” I rasp, teasing the head of my cock over her oversensitive clit. She whines, the sound begging me for mercy or more or both.
More, then.
I plunge back inside her used little body with a brutal thrust.
Mara is beyond coherent speech. Broken gasps and hitched cries are muffled by Jasper’s cock as I fuck her raw.
“That’s it. Take it. Take all of us.”
I bury myself to the hilt and erupt, pouring everything I have into her. My vision whites out for a second as pleasure detonates along my spine.
Jasper thrusts shallowly into her mouth.
His grip in her hair tightens, his hips stutter, and then he comes down her throat.
When he pulls out, she gasps for air, spit and cum shining on her lips.
Talon drags his thumb across her lips then cheek, smearing it.
She then sags between us, boneless, until I fist a hand in her hair and drag her head back up so she has to face us all
Talon leans close. “No more pretending, Princess. You’re not Daddy’s doll. You’re ours now.”
Jasper, voice hoarse, says, “Ours.”
And fuck me, I can’t stop myself. I growl it too, low and vicious, “Ours.”
Mara’s eyes flutter open, glassy and wet, but she smiles—wrecked, delirious, radiant in her ruin. Her whisper cracks as it leaves her throat. “Yours.”
For one perfect breath, the world feels right.
And then—
The door slams open.